Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not doing what?

Salem? What's wrong?

What did He ask you to do?

You're in a pickle, then.

Sister Jackson, on the other hand,

[Ambrose] The one God. The true God.

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

- 'Brina? - [ringing tone sounds]

All right, I've seen enough.

Billy, you okay?

Yes. Until I find a way out of this... moral quandary.

To smooth the rough touch with a tender kiss.

Punish the guilty, sister, not the innocent.

We have a common enemy.

if you went back to Baxter High.

but that's only because the claw's inside you now.

Why, Lord, did you exile me from your Kingdom?

It would be so easy.

If I say yes to this one thing, it'll be harder to say no to the next.

I am, Ms. Wardwell.

[girl] Yeah. Later.

For it was bad enough without their spite.

[Shirley] There must have been a crack in the marble.

♪ They'll eat the jelly Between your toes ♪

Ad fidem tibi domino obscuro.

Empty wooden box.

waiting for me to take my shirt off to make fun of me.

Now you get one of these lovely little earworms

[soft laughter]

[screams continue]

I hope you're not prone to stage-fright, Cousin.

As if we were common schoolgirls.

We didn't order those drinks, Dorian.

Which means you will play Lilith in front of the entire coven this evening.

[Dark Lord] We will strike a wager.

Hey, isn't that your boyfriend?

Nothing, Harvey.

He gave me a wooden box with a button on top,

And then that warlock Nicholas Scratch teleported you home, Praise Satan,

What did He ask you to do?

as co-director and elocution coach to the production.

But the Dark Lord visited me last night.

And if I'm right, I will be your prophet,

...lurking nearby, but...

- [bell jingles] - ♪ Devil's gotten into my baby... ♪

and that I cannot abide.

if you serve me well,

Aunt Hilda, what happened?

Huh? Why would you say that?

Let's slow down.

- What was? Coming here? - Forgetting, for even a second, what I am.

None of your business.

Why? Why are you doing this, punishing Salem?

Thank you, Nick.

It's called the Devil's Claw, Sabrina.

Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.